

Behind the glass, a shape takes form
No beating heart, no breath to keep him warm
Walking through the autumn leaves
A cold wind that never grieves
He is the shadow in the hall
The faceless silence on the wall (ooh)
You cannot run, you cannot hide
The shape is waiting deep inside
October night, a quiet street
The steady march of heavy feet (shhh) Behind the mask of pale
design
He steps across the boundary line
He is the shadow in the hall
The faceless silence on the wall (ooh)
You cannot run, you cannot hide
The shape is waiting deep inside
No words to speak,
no tears to cry
(no emotion)
An empty stare, a sleepless eye (ahhhh)
He never dies!
He is the shape,
the end of light! (hahaha)